Careful What You Wish For (Chapter 27)

Three hundred and sixty-five days exactly had passed since Cody made that fateful wish. Not that this anniversary meant anything to him, when there was still no chance on any conceivable horizon that he’d ever be freed from Kayla’s empowered clutches, and he’d been put through more degradation and suffering than the average person might accrue in three hundred and sixty-five entire lifetimes. This morning, just like any other, a twelve-inch-tall Cody humbly knelt at Kayla’s bedside while sunlight poured through the curtains. He grimaced, trying to enjoy these last few moments of peace before his owner awoke, but numbly accepted that it was time for yet another Sisyphean round of torment at the feet of the giantess he’d once so stupidly desired to serve.

“Goooood morning, sunshine!” Kayla sarcastically bellowed down at her genuflected slave, yawning and stretching on the mattress, then casually let her toes peek out from the blankets and scrunch an ominous hello at Cody. “I had the most hilarious dream last night. I actually kind of forget most of it already, we were in some weird version of our house, but like it wasn’t our house, and… anyway, I’m rambling. The point is, in the dream, I was wearing a pair of really awesome shoes that were made of your face, except the holes that my feet go inside were your mouth, and every time I took a step – which felt great, by the way – you honked like a clown nose and it was sooooo funny, especially because I could see your goofy eyeballs on the shoes just bugging out and crying like crazy cuz you wanted me to stop, but obviously I wasn’t going to, since I can do whatever I want with you and you can’t stop me, just like it’s always gonna be. You should’ve seen your face! Almost as funny as the real thing. But hey, lucky for me, it’s not too hard to make my dreams come true if I feel like it. Right?”

Realizing Kayla expected him to reply, Cody nodded and grumbled in the affirmative.

“Why aren’t you answering me, freak? I asked you a question.”

Cody, knowing this was impossible, still understood he had no choice but to attempt. Trying to articulate a response, he succeeded only in making an indecipherable slopping noise, then gagged hard at the rush of linty brine-soaked flavors that poured down his throat just from trying to create language. Realization dawned on Kayla and she laughed while Cody retched on all fours like a sick cat, then snapped her fingers.

“Open your mouth,” she commanded.

Cody did so, still shivering from disgust, and revealed that his own tongue was still made entirely from a gnarly gray porridge-squishy portion of Kayla’s toejam, just as she’d made it last night as part of a joke, and then promptly forgot to reverse. She giggled even louder upon seeing this sickly distortion poking out of her slave’s mouth, glistening with the slime oozed from between her toes rather than saliva, and clapped her hands with amusement.

“Oh, THAT’S right! Totally forgot I did that. Classic me,” Kayla cheered. In a snap, she’d willed Cody’s tongue back to normal, which was at least a minor relief, though he knew she hadn’t done it for his own benefit, but simply so she could hear his voice. “Try again, now. Answer me.”

“You’re… r-right,” Cody stammered. “Your… dreams do come true.”

“Damn right they do.”

The morning transpired in a blur for Cody. Not that he was remotely bored by any of it, though, and still experienced every sensory misery just as keenly as the first time. He only retained his foot-tall humanoid form until Kayla had hopped out of bed. First he was transformed into the insoles of her fluffy indoor slippers, made to offer kisses to her beefy night-sweated arches while she trampled upon the buoyant plushness of his face and chose her outfit for the day. Next, following a trip to the bathroom, Cody was put through a sequence of changes which had become grimly predictable, but no less tolerable. His consciousness inhabited Kayla’s toothpaste tube, and felt like he was having his innards squeezed out through the top of his head while her fist tightened around him. Then he became the toothbrush where that glob of paste landed, having the bristles of his transfigured body painfully scraped and grinded across the hard pearly-white ivory fencing of her chompers. After that, Cody became a long piece of dental floss, which was then squeezed and abraded between each of the giantess’s unforgiving teeth, collecting grains of soggy food and making every crevice between feel like the tease of a guillotine on his flimsy string-body. Following this, he turned into a burning cheekful of Kayla’s mouthwash, used to scorch and scour bacteria away from every nook of her maw that she swished him through. It all happened as predictable as clockwork, like a bad song stuck on repeat, except every note of it hurt Cody in unique ways and further eroded whatever remained of his psyche, if there was anything left at all.

As the day neared noon, the shrinker’s fortunes didn’t improve much. He served as Kayla’s breakfast utensils while she thoughtfully nibbled at the corners of his being, then became her rapidly-moistened socks for a quick power-walk around the neighborhood, and next the mug meant to hold her scalding-hot coffee in what felt like his open-air belly while she got to work on the computer. In most of these forms, as usual, she occasionally allowed him to retain random features of humanity – his limbs or his loins – yet often only gave him the privilege of keeping his human face intact, if only because it was useful to her to have him licking her soles or murmuring in entertaining pain while she put him through the routine wringer. Throughout it all, Cody endured without commentary, having learned long ago to bottle his rage and sorrow, and instead offer only enough audible mewling and coughing to keep Kayla happy by knowing just how wretchedly low he felt. Since today started off like every other horrible day of his wish-ruined life, there was no clue to make him suspect the emotionally jarring twist she had in store for him.