Birthday Present (Part Four)

Suddenly she grabs him up from between her toes and puts him down gently on top of her skirt, pushing herself to sit upright with her other hand. Then to his immense surprise, she snatches him up and pops him into her mouth, her teeth holding him gingerly at the waist, his legs flailing outside her lips. He queasily feels gravity shift around him as she adjusts her position on the bed, holding him in her mouth casually, like a pencil, so she can use both hands to reposition herself.

He kicks his legs and struggles frantically, his heart pounding with the visceral fear of helpless prey in a predator’s jaws. The air inside of her mouth is humid and warm, her hot breath washing over him like waves of steam and carrying the sickening sweet smell of bubblegum. The small amount of light that gets in reveals the monstrous dark shape of her tongue writhing before him, playfully flicking at his face.

“Uh huh,” she says in response to her friend on the phone. In here, her voice booms enormously around his head, hitting his ears painfully with what almost feels like a physical impact.

Then, as suddenly as he was thrust into her mouth, she pulls him out. She’s lying on her stomach now, propping herself up on her elbows. Behind her head, he can see her bare feet kicking playfully in the air, a casually girlish gesture that for some reason infuriates him.

Her eyes haven’t met his yet. She’s gazing out the window behind the head of her bed, visibly a little bored. Once again, shamefully, he’s a little taken aback by how pretty she is. When she speaks, her face is mesmerizingly animated, her bubbly voice charged with frequent, cheerful giggles. Her big brown eyes have an alluring brightness to them as they glance around, accented by long and luscious eyelashes. Her lips are full. Her smile, frequent and wide.

“Mm hmm, yeah I think so too,” she says. Still without looking at him, she absentmindedly wipes him against her breast, using the thin pink fabric of her top to dry her saliva off of him.

“Okay well like, let me know how that goes! Okay.” She pauses for a moment as her friend says something, then she laughs mischievously, like she’s been caught indulging in some guilty pleasure.

“Is it that obvious?” she says, still laughing. “Okay. Alright, I'll see you at cheer. Bye girl!”

She hangs up, spends a couple of minutes scrolling through a couple of things on her phone, then finally puts it down on the bedside table. Then, at last, her eyes flick over to greet him with a delighted smile.

“Hi Snuggles!”

He scoffs indignantly. “That’s not my name!”

She giggles and ruffles his hair with her finger. “Of course it is, silly! I decided that a few minutes ago, remember?”

She presses his face against the tip of her nose and nuzzles him, cooing affectionately.

“Stop it!” he yells, but she just ignores him and continues nuzzling.

“You’re such a little cutie, Snuggles! This is gonna be so much fun!”

She puts him down on the bed, but keeps him pinned under her fingers.

“I don’t want to be your fucking pet!” he shouts.

She giggles. “Yeah like, I can tell.”

“But… but…” he stammers, the frustration making him feel embarrassingly flustered. “Doesn’t it bother you that I don’t want this? You’re kidnapping me!”

“Not really. It’s more like I stole you. But like, it’s no big deal. I steal stuff from Daddy’s company all the time. Like pens and stuff. And now you, you little cutie!”

She nuzzles him against her nose again, giggling infuriatingly.

“Fuck you! I am a person, not some fucking doll for you to play with! You fucking brat! You…”

She casually drowns out his little voice with a sudden fit of giggles. “Aww! You can throw all the cute little tantrums you want, little pet, I don’t mind. Your squeaky little voice is totally adorable!” She gently strokes the side of his face with her finger.

“I… I won’t do what you say!” he eventually says, dismayed at how feeble it sounds out loud.

“Ooh, fun!” she says, utterly unfazed. “So like, I get to train you. Like a little puppy!” She giggles, drowning out his defiant stammering. “Don’t worry, Snuggles. I bet you’re a fast learner. You’ll learn to be a good little pet for me in no time.”

“I’m not your pet!”

“Sure you are, silly! You know, I even picked you out myself. I went to see Daddy at the lab and I saw you there, and I thought you were just like, so adorable. You were so serious and grumpy, just like now!” She lightly taps him on the nose with her finger, giggling at his enraged expression.

“You were too busy to talk to me, even though like, let’s be real, I’m totally out of your league. So like, that made me kind of mad. But then I found out about the shrink ray. And I was just thinking like, it would just be so much fun to have you shrunk down into like, a little doll for me to play with. Daddy always gets me whatever toys I want for my birthday, so I asked for you. And now you’re mine! And you’re totally perfect.”

“I’m not a doll, I’m an important man! For fuck’s sake, I invented the shrink ray! It’s groundbreaking, it’s...”

“Well you sure look like a doll!” she giggles. “But also like, I don’t think Daddy’s company really needs you anymore now that you finished the shrink ray. But that’s perfect! Now Daddy can use the money from your salary to buy me, like, shoes and stuff. And you can concentrate on being a good little pet and like, painting my toenails and stuff.”

“I’m not painting your fucking toenails!”