Cheater Cheater

validation

Jeremy’s fear was validated as he felt the unfortunately familiar sensation of shrinking. This was a thing Em could do. She could manipulate other people’s sizes. She often did this to tease him, or to punish him for being an idiot. There was no telling what she would do this time. It definitely won’t be good, He watched as Em apparently grew,  And as Sandra's clothes enveloped her. Suddenly he was the size of a gummy worm. He watched as Em moved Sandra’s clothes to find her tiny body. 

“What the Fuck?” Sandra looked up at the now towering Em and looked at her own hands. Shock, disbelief, and fear all clearly etched into her face. 

“You like it? Em asked,“It’s a handy little trick I learned. I like to use it to keep people in their place.” As she said this, she pressed her big toe down on Jeremy. It pushed the wind out of him. So much so he couldn’t get any words out of his mouth. 

  “Especially, disloyal boyfriends.”  She began rubbing his body into the floor. Pain shot through his body. It was borderline unbearable. Jeremy was convinced she was going to break his back. The thought had crossed her mind, but she decided she had a lot more in store for both of them. 

Sandra watched, helpless, as Em crushed Jeremy into the ground. She thought for sure he was dead. But Em seemed focused on him. Maybe now was her chance to escape. She began to run for the exit. The door was closed, but maybe she was just small enough to fit underneath it. As she ran, a sensation of hope coursed through her veins. It was quickly dashed as she felt something warm and soft wrap around her body. It was Em’s hands. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Em asked as she brought Sandra to eye level. Her breath was like warm gusts of wind blasting Sandra. 

“ You- you don’t have to do this.” Sandra managed to breathe through the pressure of Em’s massive hand squeezing her. “I- swear I didn’t know that he was taken!” The pressure got tighter. Sandra’s ribs felt real close to snapping. 

“Is that so? Seems pretty clear in this house if you ask me.” She gestured to the two dressers, the photos of her and Jeremy strewn throughout the room. “I was thinking about letting you off easy. But liars don’t get mercy. Of course neither do adulterers.” She looked at Jeremy. 

Jeremy kept silent. There was no talking your way out of this. When Em got to this point, it was just a matter of what her sick, twisted mind would come up with. He knew it was simply better to conserve his energy. 

Em looked at Sandra with a look Sandra didn’t much like, yet she wasn’t actually sure what the look just yet. Then Em smiled as her stomach growled. 

“You know, I haven’t had anything to eat since I’ve gotten into town. You do look mighty tasty.” Panic hit Sandra like a car hitting a brick wall. Em’s mouth opened and Sandra felt herself being brought to it.

“No, no, no, no, no, no. You can’t do this! It’s wrong!” Em’s mouth closed. 

“ And what do you care about right or wrong, bitch!” Sandra realized that she had made a mistake. Em brought Sandra up to her mouth once again and licked her. She was salty but clearly kept herself clean. Em liked the flavor. 

Sandra’s heart skipped as she felt Em’s tongue go up her body, the pressure was overwhelming. The taste buds messaged her body while simultaneously covering her in spit, which caused her to choke some as it entered her nostrils. All she could smell was Em’s mouth. 

Em pulled away to see Sandra laying in her palm, struggling to breathe and covered in her spit. She tasted good, and wanted more. But now wasn’t the time. She looked at Jeremy. 

“ You chose a tasty one, Jeremy. I think I’m going to go to bed. I think playing with you two tomorrow will be much more fun in the morning, when I have more energy. How about you two hang out with the frog?” Jeremy’s stomach sank. He hated the frog. This was going to be a long night. 

Em walked them over to the frog enclosure and unceremoniously dropped them in.  She then turned the desk lamp on and the main bedroom light off and went to bed. 

“Thank god it’s over.” Sandra said as she got herself up. 

“No,” Jeremy started, “it’s only just begun.