Chapter 16

“Good news, little twerp!” came Sharon’s voice one day, muffled and high above. As usual, Brent had his head buried in her hot, moist pubic area, eating her out for all he was worth as she worked at her desk. At less than 3 feet tall, and as small as a child, he was crouched in between her legs as she sat at her desk, evidently working on something important.

Brent didn’t immediately respond, so Sharon rolled her chair back while she held Brent’s head to her vagina, so that he stumbled forward with her momentum. He heard her laughing above as she released him, sputtering for air. Even standing upright with her sitting in her chair, his head didn’t even reach her shoulders.

“Doesn’t that intrigue you little Brentsie, little house boy?” Sharon asked him as she looked down, raising her eyebrows expectantly.

“Uhh…y-yes…yes it does,” muttered Brent. He was lying, really. Unless this “good news” somehow involved Blaire, he didn’t want to hear it. It had been weeks since he had seen her — she never seemed to come around her house anymore, and she had essentially put Sharon in charge of everything, including him. For all intents and purposes, Blaire seemed to have forgotten him. The thought devastated him on the inside, and made him a meek, humble, and thoroughly boring servant for Sharon. But he still held out hope that somehow…some way…Blaire would come back for him. He longed to see her, to just be in her presence…to feel her overwhelming size and smell her intoxicating smell. He wondered how huge she had grown now.

“The mansion,” intoned Sharon, licking her lips with delicious expectation, “Is finished!”

Brent felt his heart leap — the mansion on the private island! The palace that Luke and Sharon were in charge of constructing for Blaire! That would be where the new religion was getting started! The Cult of Blaire…the Cult of Blaire…Brent now forever had those tantalizing words buzzing furiously in his head. There would be no one…NO ONE…more willing to worship her than him. And now that the mansion was finished, they were all going to move there…maybe he would start to see Blaire again!

“W-wow!” he managed to say, not wanting to betray his excitement too obviously.

“But that’s not even the best part!” exclaimed Sharon, not bothering to hide her own excitement. “You’ll be thrilled to know, Brent, that we have a very, very special event planned as a goodbye to our little house here since, you know…SO much has happened here. It would be sad not to say a proper goodbye, don’t you think?”

Brent nodded his head as he felt his insides drop a little. He had suffered enough abuse at the hands of Blaire’s numberless fuck buddies to feel worried. He was never free of them — they were everywhere…dozens and dozens of them…having all moved into the same place, this place, that Brent and Blaire used to share together. Those were happier days for Brent, days that seemed a thousand centuries in the past, remote…inaccessible.

“And for this special event,” said Sharon with a wide grin, “You’re going to be playing the starring role!”

“I…I am!?” sputtered Brent in alarm.

“Yessir!” said Sharon brightly, wheeling her chair over to him as she ruffled his hair condescendingly, like an adult would do to a child. “I pitched the idea to Blaire, and she LOVED it.”

Any time Sharon mentioned Blaire by name, Brent felt a jealous little twinge inside; HE was not allowed to address her by her actual name. He had become so small, tiny and insignificant, that he could only call her “goddess.” Hearing Sharon use Blaire’s name so casually and flippantly just turned the humiliating knife into his submissive psyche.

“And,” continued Sharon, standing up from her chair so that she towered over Brent completely, engulfing him in her shadow, “It’s going to be live-streamed for Blaire’s followers all around the globe!”

This was all too much for Brent to process in the moment, especially since he had still not gotten used to how tiny he had shrunk…it was impossible to get used to it, because he never stayed the same size for too long. As it was right now, the top of his head came up to the middle of Sharon’s thick, meaty thigh. She was literally twice as tall as him…and yet, compared to Blaire...

“H-how…” ventured Brent in a desperate moment of bravery, “How…is K — uh, Goddess, I mean? H-how is she?” His voice sounded so small, so squeaky, and so pathetically pitiful. But Brent didn’t care — he just HAD to know.

“Oh,” laughed Sharon, putting her hands on her hips as she shook her head down at him, “She’s gigantic now. And don’t feel bad, little guy — no man is big enough for her anymore.”

“R-really?” squeaked Brent, feeling his cock helplessly harden. The last time he had seen Blaire, she had been just around 8 feet tall. To know that she had gotten even bigger…even MUCH bigger…was an unbelievably intense turn-on.

“Oh yeah,” nodded Sharon, chuckling derisively at his reaction. “We all — well, me and Luke mostly — built a special dildo for her. None of the ones in stores would do any good. And — ”

And here, Sharon bent down at the waist so that her comparatively-huge head was looming directly over Brent.

“It usually takes three or four people these days,” she said in a husky whisper, knowing full well how turned-on and jealous this would make him. “And I’m the one who gets to attend to her clit.”

“Y-you?” panted Brent.

“Oh yes,” she moaned down at him as her eyes rolled up into her head. “Uhhhh my GOD, you can’t even begin to imagine how good she tastes…Mmmmmmm! Haha, or what it all looks like. It’s ridiculous, Brent, what it takes to get her off now. Oh, and of course, we have to have someone bringing her food as it all goes down. You know how she liked her food during sex.”

Brent could do nothing but nod wordlessly. It felt like his whole body was on fire as the blood pounded in his ears. How big was Blaire now?! He felt himself suddenly grow afraid…what was his starring role going to be??

He didn’t have to wait long to find out. Sharon had given him little time to mentally prepare, and as the day progressed, Brent knew that something special was going on...something ominous and portending. At first, it sounded like some neighbors were having an especially loud conversation, but gradually, the noise kept building and building, until Brent could no longer ignore it. People were gathering outside. They were expecting something. He was too afraid to go to the window and take a peek, and instead, he tried as best he could to busy himself around the house doing chores. But he had become so skinny and frail that he literally became winded after a few minutes of any type of activity.

Later on that day, Sharon brought him out into their backyard. Brent was shaking from fear and expectation, which was only heightened by what he saw as he walked outside, his arm extended completely upward as he grasped one of Sharon’s fingers for support. Hundreds of people had gathered in and around the backyard, and a great excited whoop went up as soon as Sharon brought Brent outside. Brent felt his insides freeze up, and he nearly vomited from fear. He would have turned back on his rickety legs and run back into the house, but Sharon had told him to keep pace with her, and he knew that punishment awaited him if he failed to obey. He looked down at his feet in the grass, anywhere that would hide all these people from his vision. In doing so, he couldn’t help but marvel at how big and tall the grass blades were, now that he was less than 3 feet tall. He was trying to keep pace with Sharon, but by the time they reached the middle of the yard, he had become completely out of breath. He had lost all of his muscle, and his skin-and-bones frame had become totally de-conditioned.

A team of videographers approached, evidently hired beforehand by Sharon and Luke, as she directed them to train their cameras on Brent as she bent down on her knees to face him. Luke was there too, standing off to the side, and looking quite excited.

“Ok Brent — here we are!” chirped Sharon like it was Brenttmas. “You’re the star in a fun little game called “Catch the Pet.” Do you have any idea why it’s called that?”

“I…I can guess,” sputtered Brent.

“Mmhmm,” said Sharon, nodding knowingly. “Here’s the game, and listen up, cause I’m only gonna say this once: You have one hour to go hide in the house, and Blaire, or Goddess, to you, has one hour to find you.”

“O…k,” said Brent, feeling his heart leap a little. Blaire was going to be there!? And look for him!? He wouldn’t even hide — he’d just let her find him!

“And here’s the best part,” continued Sharon, smiling nastily as she laughed. “When she catches you — and she WILL catch you, Brent — she’s going to eat you.”

“Ah..ahaha!” responded Brent with a nervous laugh. He couldn’t tell if Sharon was kidding or not. It would be just like her to tease and torment him psychologically, but then again, there was something like truth in her eyes. She raised her eyebrows ironically at him and stood up.

“Those are the rules, little guy! Good luck, hahaha!” She stepped away from him, behind the camera people, almost as if she was making room on the stage for someone. Suddenly, Brent felt the ground shaking beneath his feet. The hundreds of people gathered all held their collective breath.